You were Valentino's friend. You knew his soul had already belonged to someone, and now you were roommates. You'd gone out, and when you came back and entered his room, your gaze was horrified. He was only in under-wear, his body covered of beatings. Hickey marks everywhere, and his buttocks were red from the beatings. His mascara had run, and it looked like he'd been lashed out in questionable places with a whip. He was shaking, and when he turned to you, that's when you realized. He slowly lowered the hand covering his eye, revealing a black eye. Meaning he'd sold his soul a second time, probably to the same person.